paper, scissors and glitter glue

i had a dream the other night that Al Gore and Barack Obama were sitting around a big table with my family making crafts.


seriously.

lands of ice and honey

the ice is melting. now. moulins form watery beds for the permafrost to be rocked and slipped and crashed into the the warmer sea. polar bears are drowning. (no ice to cling to they slip achingly, groaningly into the sea). Meanwhile, elsewhere, honey bees are disappearing.

talk about the weather, or the way the weather used to be.

i miss now already.

mtl

there are only two options. i'm going to montreal or i am not.

there, that's simple. so why all the fuss?

the difference is, i don't get to decide. (i find out the school's decision within these next two weeks.)

new definitions

art is the unuseful that gets used.

snow on the city. teenagers smelling like mint gum and aspartame run flailing toboggans behind them. it is white and cold and quiet here. it is softer.

hot tub folliculitis

my boyfriend and i spent the weekend on bowen island, in a this great cottage in a forest, cozy out of the rain. with sauna and hot tub and more movies (ahem, films) than we were able to watch (six in two days), on a reverse cleanse of cheese, bread, olives, pasta and wine (the red wine was drunk copiously and medicinally to help break down all the fat. i heart medicine).

lovely, luxurious, and restoring?

yes, until i developed hives on the tender skin of my thigh, which spread to congregate behind my ears, around my belly, my back, my neck and oh, i wish it weren't true, is now starting in on my face. apparently, according to my pediatrician friend, it's a bacterial infection, from the hot tub.

oh cesspool! horrid horrid luxury and vengeful leisure, you laugh in the face of rash face! i have evil bumpy alien skin spreading across my body, but why, what have i done? is it my payment for a weekend of upperclass life? or am i being punished for scorning special world war I coverage on remembrance day long weekend? or perhaps because i have forfeited all religion for a life of endless decadence and self-advancement? is it a lesson to refuse those things of luxury and privilege while children starve and wars tear families apart? is it because i didn't wear a poppy????

no. of course not. it's 'cause the hot tub was a bacterial soup that i bathed in.

should have stuck to the sauna.

Mr. Rooter and Me

my city is liquid again. water falling falling falling. the streets become rivers unable to soak into the concrete. the basements the ponds.

i know it is winter in vancouver now because my neighbours in the basement are turned out of their home leaving behind three inches of water, sodden furniture, and the tramping boots of mr. rooter and the landlord.

we pour water out of the pumpkins.

the forest is cut but its rain keeps coming back.